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By the time I woke the next day, the storm had broken. Kaye went outside to use the bathroom and when she came back told us it was a beautiful day. I went outside with Gwen, and we were both awestruck by the beauty of the morning—a fresh, pristine layer of snow covered everything, including the mountains that surrounded us, which were bathed in pastel orange and pink light by the rising sun. Both of us spontaneously exclaimed—“Ohhhhh!”—and then were rendered speechless by the beauty (though our camper and the others that had stopped there for the night were half covered in icy precipitation and looked like they’d been through a war).
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